I received my wedding announcement yesterday in the mail, two wonderful, happy people ready to make that forever commitment to each other, my son and his fiance. The feeling of joy, made me realize what a striking contrast to life just over a year ago.
I have always loved this scripture from Ecclesiastes and also the song it inspired by the Byrds, Turn, Turn, Turn, released in 1965.
1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Over the past year, I have experienced some of these “seasons”. As a mother, the incredible heartache I felt for a child going through a divorce was unimaginable. I felt such an ache and sorrow. One particular morning, once I got the children off to school, I sat down to prepare my early morning class for the next day, opening my scriptures to read. I was suddenly over come with raw overwhelming sorrow, all I could do was sit and sob and pray out loud for my child to feel love and peace and to let me carry this pain for him. I honestly thought my heart would break. I felt this way for the better part of an hour. Then a phone call, my son telling me about his morning and how he was feeling. What was described was exactly what I had been feeling. We talked about it, and by the end of our conversation, I think we both had hope, hope that things would be ok, and we realized that ok might mean something different than what we originally thought. This experience gave me a very real knowledge that of course, Jesus Christ, could and did suffer all of our pains and sorrows, not just for our sins. It was because of His unconditional love for us, like mine for my son, that He could relate to us and suffer for us. We need only to “come unto Him…and He will give us rest”. That time in my life, was a time to weep, to mourn, a time to love, and, sometimes, a time to keep silent and listen. While full of sadness, it was also a time of hope.
Now, here we are, many months later, and in this situation it is a time to laugh, to dance to love, a time to embrace, a time to build up, a time of peace. For this child will be married to a wonderful person who is a perfect fit, in less than one month. How I love the promised seasons of this life and for the hope it gives us of what is to come.
In my life, currently, there are those very dear to me who are going through different seasons now, seasons of weeping, of healing, of mourning, of embracing, of gathering stones together, seasons of love. I pray for each of you and want you to know that I know, just like the above verses in Ecclesiastes chapter 3, after each of the trial seasons, comes the blessing and hopeful seasons. I love the contrast. Even in passing from this life, there is the knowledge of being plucked up again, of being resurrected, as our Savior. We will see those loved ones again. I find great comfort in this knowledge. I just had a full heart and wanted to share that, for what it is worth. It is worth the world to me, maybe to you too.